"Look at us, we're already fighting!" You had spat in the heat of an argument.

Graves followed you out to your car, refusing to let this go. "That's what we do! You tell me when I'm being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you're being a pain in the ass!"

He turned to walk to the door that you had opened before closing and leaning against it. "I'm not afraid to hurt your feelings, you have a rebound rate of about two seconds before you're off doing the next pain the ass thing."